Qiao Chunfeng: "Are you talking in your sleep? Your father, that henpecked wife, dares to hit your mother? Hey, are you in trouble again?"

Zhou Mingming was a little angry and a little aggrieved: "I didn't do anything bad. I even cooked yesterday."

Qiao Chunfeng didn't believe it. She scoffed, "Stop bragging to grandma. You're still cooking? Did you light up the kitchen? Oh no, it's so late, why aren't you in school?"

"I..., grandma, you'd better come back soon. If you come back late, I might become a poor kid in a single-parent family." Zhou Mingming hung up the phone first.

Qiao Chunfeng on the other side was even more certain that he was in trouble. She hung up the phone without taking it seriously and went to watch cartoons with her granddaughter.

Zhou Mingming was extremely anxious at home, feeling that he was worrying too much about his family.

He thought about cooking a few packets of instant noodles first, which he was familiar with, and then wait for the two people to come back and give them some advice.

That’s not the case.

As a result, he waited and waited, but the person didn't come back. He was very anxious at home and imagined something. Then he went to the hospital to look for someone. He first went to the personnel department to find Grandpa Liu, but Grandpa Liu said that they had left early.

He went to the obstetrics and morgue, but nothing was found. He then went back to the personnel department and asked, "Did they really come here to resign?"

Grandpa Liu was stunned at first, then he sighed, patted his arm and said, "Go back to school, son. If you don't go to school and enter society so early, what will you do in the future?"

Zhou Mingming's eyes lit up:

"So they didn't come here to resign at all!"